Hustle M.O.P. (Ft. Mr. Probz)
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[Intro: Lil Fame]
Same game, different players yo
Different players, same game yo
Same game, different players yo
But they don't hear me, listen
[Hook: Mr. Probz]
See I done came from the bottom, I can never go back
Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black
To me it's all a hustle [all a hustle]
It's all a hustle [all a hustle]
From the bottom, I can never go back
Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black
To me it's all a hustle [all a hustle]
It's all a hustle
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Fuck a dollar and a dream, all I need is my Llama and a scheme
Some niggas sling their product to the fiends
But I'm in the stinking ass Lincoln like the one in Dead Presidents
Riding with a lean, out for dead presidents
St. Marxmen raised me, it's evident, I been thuggin' ever since
Now I ain't do a bunch of time with mothafuckas up north
But I push guns to the stomachs to them niggas that floss
They say: "that boy Fame bad" got 'em going mad
I don't use that word swag, it ain't in my vocab
To my CBR rider niggas, put it in the air
We don't push Katanas my nigga that's for them squares
I told the church lady put us in her prayers
Illuminati try to put us in the chair
It was a different game when I reminisce
So when a nigga hatin', I just tell him this
Same game, different players yo
Different players, same game yo
Same game, different players yo
But they don't hear me, listen
[Hook: Mr. Probz]
See I done came from the bottom, I can never go back
Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black
To me it's all a hustle [all a hustle]
It's all a hustle [all a hustle]
From the bottom, I can never go back
Try to live my dreams, 'til it fade to black
To me it's all a hustle [all a hustle]
It's all a hustle
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
Fuck a dollar and a dream, all I need is my Llama and a scheme
Some niggas sling their product to the fiends
But I'm in the stinking ass Lincoln like the one in Dead Presidents
Riding with a lean, out for dead presidents
St. Marxmen raised me, it's evident, I been thuggin' ever since
Now I ain't do a bunch of time with mothafuckas up north
But I push guns to the stomachs to them niggas that floss
They say: "that boy Fame bad" got 'em going mad
I don't use that word swag, it ain't in my vocab
To my CBR rider niggas, put it in the air
We don't push Katanas my nigga that's for them squares
I told the church lady put us in her prayers
Illuminati try to put us in the chair
It was a different game when I reminisce
So when a nigga hatin', I just tell him this
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